Jakarta, 12 noon.
First feeling - crowded!
After landing at Soekarno-Hatta International Airport, passing through the entire capital city from west to east, Zhang Jing's first impression was that it was crowded, on par with Hong Kong.
The second feeling - chaos!
Jakarta is undoubtedly a city with strong contrasts between tradition and modernity, wealth and poverty.
Walking along the way, it is like a chaotic jungle composed of reinforced concrete. Low tile houses can be seen everywhere among the tall buildings. Asphalt avenues and bluestone alleys intersect.
The splendid high-end hotels and high-tech centers are located not far from the noisy and crowded villages.
All this makes people feel that while Jakarta is committed to developing its economy, it also needs a better urban vision plan.
The third biggest feeling - there are so many temples!
More gun stores and McDonald's restaurants than Citiland.
Of course, this has nothing to do with Zhang Jing. He came here to prevent Loi Company's nickel ore factory in Jakarta from being burned down.
Forty kilometers from the airport, Zhang Jing stayed at the Sikalong Hotel in the center of Bekasi County.
Bekasi County is the last stronghold due east of the Jakarta metropolitan area. The fault between high-rise buildings and low-roofed houses is more obvious here.
"Boss, why are we here?" Milika asked Zhang Jing in confusion in the hotel room.
"There is a nickel mine below Bekasi County, and someone plans to smash it, destroy it and burn it down."
Milika went directly and asked, "What does this nickel mine have to do with you?"
"It has nothing to do with me," Zhang Jing explained, "It has something to do with the old lady. I want to try to see if I can prevent bad things from happening."
"That's it!" Milika suddenly became energetic and volunteered: "Please leave this matter to me. I took the red envelope from the old lady, but I never had the chance to repay it."
Zhang Jing was speechless. Even the dogs and pets at Kanfen Farm received Wen Li's red envelope.
It’s not strange for people to have red envelopes, but what’s the point of having red envelopes for dogs and pets?
Useful, buy pet toys and pet treats.
"Can you do it?" Zhang Jing asked worriedly, "The ones who can do this must be local gangsters and gangsters."
"I'll be fine," Milica looked confident, "Just leave it to me."
Zhang Jing nodded, took out 20,000 yuan from his backpack and handed it to Milika, "You just need to find the bad guy who plans to do this, and leave it to me later."
Milica took the money, put down her backpack, took a simple shower, changed her clothes and left the hotel.
Zhang Jing stayed in the hotel to catch up on jet lag, replenish his energy, and go out for activities in the evening. He planned to find a nightclub and find four or five targets to bring back.
The idea is good, but the road is unfamiliar. Z.br>
Walking along a small alley, there is a railroad at the end. Both sides of the railroad are crowded with low-rise small houses. These small houses are small restaurants, canteens, bars, and most of them are nightclubs.
Behind these special nightclubs are simple small rooms. Passing by the door, you can hear the sound of rumbling from inside.
Next to it is the railway, with roaring trains speeding by from time to time. This does not affect the ongoing love between men and women at all.
Obviously, Zhang Jing accidentally entered the red light district. He really got the hammer he asked for, and God rewards the girl.
I noticed that Zhang Jing, a very handsome guy, immediately put on heavy makeup, looked pretty, but was actually ordinary, and the generously dressed girl took the initiative to strike up a conversation, "!@#%*&"
do not understand at all.
Zhang Jing looked down on the other party and ignored him. He continued walking along the railway, and girls kept trying to strike up a conversation.
Until he passed a door with a closed rolling shutter door, Zhang Jing paused slightly and cursed in his heart.
"Axiba! I don't want to kill anyone!"
With this thought in his mind, Zhang Jing left the track and turned around and walked into the dark alley next to the tin house.
Here you put on your gloves, change out of your black t-shirt, shoes and pants, and finally put on your hat.
People were coming and going next to the track, Zhang Jing stood
No one noticed in the dark alley for the time being.
After everything was ready, he took out the 911 pistol equipped with a silencer and emptied 7 rounds of ammunition through the wall of the iron room.
After confirming that he had hit the target, Zhang Jing quickly returned to the front door, opened the rolling shutter door, and entered the house with a short body. Three men were already lying in the blood, two of them were still breathing, and they fired at close range.
What is this called? Bullet through wall? Cheating dog?
There was no danger for the time being, so Zhang Jing moved his eyes to the table.
A piece of gray velvet with six ribs lying quietly on it?
Not sure if it's a rib, but let's assume it is, there are hieroglyphics carved on the ribs.
If it were just like this, Zhang Jing would not know that cultural relics trading was going on here.
What caught his attention was the turquoise filling inside the rib carvings.
It's like engraving words on a stone and filling it with gold powder or paint; here it is filled with turquoise, small pieces of turquoise, one stroke at a time, and each small piece of turquoise is carefully polished to fit the strokes.
Very remarkable.
The key point is that the writing is like oracle bone inscriptions. Zhang Jing doesn't recognize other characters. He only knows the character "王".
After collecting six ribs and three corpses, Zhang Jing dumped half a barrel of about 100 liters of gas oil on the spot, used a piece of cloth as a fuse, lit it and left quickly.
After walking less than twenty meters, a fire broke out behind him and chaos broke out.
Being kind-hearted and not wanting more lives lost, Zhang Jing found a dark alley, changed back into his original clothes, turned around and went back to join the firefighting effort.
Zhang Jing was serious about putting out the fire. He rescued several fellow Taoists one after another who were hard at work plowing the fields and ignored what was going on outside the window.
but!
There are no fire hydrants here or even a good supply of running water! ! !
It is difficult for a clever man to make a meal without rice. He can only watch the fire getting bigger and bigger. He can only watch the fire spread continuously and cannot stop it at all.
The weather was not kind, and the wind began to blow. The iron house on the other side of the track was also set on fire, and the fire became even bigger.
Nothing could be done, and just when Zhang Jing was about to leave, his spring came.
"Hello," a woman stopped Zhang Jing, "My name is Anushka, a TV reporter from Bekasi County. I saw you rescuing people. Do you know the cause of the fire?"
Another person, Zhang Jing, would have just told her to get lost. This was worth spending a little more time on.
Looking at the three-dimensional facial features, the slightly fat body, and the visual inspection of D-, the female reporter with seven-point facial features, Zhang Jing replied, "I can't understand Javanese."
There are many people from the Dragon Kingdom in Jakarta, and Anushka did not expect that Zhang Jing was a foreigner.
Looking at Zhang Jing again, the woman tilted her head slightly and asked in English, "Have we met somewhere?"
"This is my first time coming to Jakarta," Zhang Jing explained with a smile that made people feel like spring breeze. "If you have never been to Dragon Country, Citi Country, or Bangzi, this is our first time. A meeting."
"That's right," what comes to mind when the stick woman is mentioned, "You are the rescue hero of the Doctor, and you have more than a hundred one-night girlfriends."
Zhang Jing's expression was dark, and he forcefully argued, "The relationship between Long Guo and Bangzi is not good. Bangzi media deliberately smeared me. There is no such thing as a girlfriend, let alone more than a hundred. It's all fake news!!!"
"Is this really true?" Anushka, a female reporter, asked Zhang Jing with a sly smile on her face, "Then why are you in the red light district?"
"I got lost," Zhang Jing said with good reason. "I didn't get here until noon. I was jet lagged in the afternoon and my stomach growled when I got up. I accidentally walked here."
Anushka hesitated slightly and handed over her business card, "Can I interview you about the Doctoral Number?"
"Sikaron Hotel, 1206," Zhang Jing invited, "I have time tonight."
Anushka: "..."
